Infinite Battle

Yang Yitian took away the debris on his body, stood up slowly, held the wall with his right hand and walked outside. Under the moonlight, everything outside was so bright. Yang Yitian looked at the house opposite that had collapsed in several places, and felt very relieved. Take a bite.

This man didn't know where he came from, and the martial arts he used were extremely fierce. His punches and kicks were so powerful that even if Yang Yitian had fifty years of immortality, he still couldn't withstand multiple attacks. Finally, he When forced to do so, he used his own unique killer move.

And this also opened up a new idea for Yang Yitian. Once the weapon is lost in the hands of the person who uses the weapon, his skill will inevitably be weakened. Just like before, with the fierce strength of this person's punches and kicks, Under the circumstances, even if Yang Yitian is in the middle position, he will only be beaten.

Seeing that there had been no movement in the ruins of the house opposite for a long time, Yang Yitian couldn't help but guess that this person must be dead. After all, anyone who could eat Yang Yitian Qinglong Chuhai would probably be excluding the few on the list in the Zhongtian position. Except for perverts, no one should be able to forcefully pick it up.

On the tall building in the distance, two figures stood on the roof, looking at the street where Jiang Shang and the others were fighting. The two men were wearing black robes and white robes respectively. After seeing silence for a while, Yang Yitian took the lead to leave. When he came out, the man in white robe chuckled.

"Brother Yu, I am willing to admit defeat. Our City Lord Yang Yitian has recovered. I am afraid that the death of these two people is imminent. I will ask my servants to come to the house to propose marriage tomorrow. I also ask Brother Yu to make Yun'er ready."

The man in black robe had a smile on his face and was not angry at what the man next to him said. He just shook his head and smiled.

"Brother Cheng, this is not necessarily the case. You should know that my Yu family's lapis lazuli eyes can see through the gathering of the vitality of heaven and earth and the flow of Gang Qi in the master's body. The three of us in this scene, except for the hanging monk, were truly seriously injured. We The city lord and the man in the ruins are still alive and well."

The words of the man in black robe made the man in white robe look stunned, and he asked incredulously

"Is this true?"

"Of course I take it seriously. After all, my family relies on this martial arts to make a living. It is impossible to misunderstand Yang Yitian's appearance at this time. He probably wants to lure us into action. After so long, Yang Yitian wants to dominate Jintian City. I’m still thinking about it."

"Hmph, if Yang Yitian hadn't been so ambitious, the Lord of Jintian City wouldn't have had his turn back then. The death of his master was also inseparable from Yang Yitian. It's a pity that Junior Sister Xiu'er followed Yang Yitian blindly."

"Okay, okay, stop talking. It's been decades. Why are you still so brooding? Even if Junior Sister Xiuer didn't marry Yang Yitian back then, she wouldn't marry you."

When the man in black robe heard that the man in white robe started talking about old things,

He quickly stopped and signaled him not to think so much.

"snort."

Obviously, the words of the man in black robe touched upon the pain of the man in white robe. In response, the man in white robe snorted coldly and did not speak. He just looked at Yang Yitian on the street with cold eyes.

Yang Yitian leaned against the wall and waited for a long time with his eyes squinted but no one came. He already knew in his heart that Yu Qinghai and Chengzhen, two old guys, might be watching him act somewhere at this time.

Yang Yitian stood up and walked towards the ruins where Jiang Shang was buried. However, as soon as he reached the middle of the street, an arm pierced through the ruins. Jiang Shang broke through the ruins covering his body and stood up from it. His eyes met Yang Yitian who was walking to the middle of the street.

With the operation of the art of flesh and blood in Jiang Shang's body, all the injuries have improved. In the previous fight, except for Monk Xuankong's unknown compassionate hand, Jiang Shang did not suffer any serious injuries. At most, there were some fists and kicks. Muscle and bone injuries caused by the collision.

What made it really difficult for Jiang Shang to recover was that Yang Yitian's Qinglong Chuhai move broke Jiang Shang's frame with one move, causing extensive damage to the muscles and bones of his body.

"You're okay!!!"

Yang Yitian looked at Jiang Shang who jumped out of the ruins with a complicated expression. His tone was full of shock that Jiang Shang was safe and sound. He was obviously extremely shocked that Jiang Shang took his killing move forcefully but was unscathed.

Jiang Shang moved his body, glanced at the tall buildings in the distance, slowly walked down from the ruins, and stopped in front of Yang Yitian.

"You can't say it's okay. I'm still a little bit scratched. It's just that your move is a bit weak, so you can only break a bit of my skin. Get out of the way. I'm not interested in people who are not on the list."

"you..."

Yang Yitian looked at Jiang Shang walking in front of him, his face turned red and he raised his hand fiercely.

"The ugly words are ahead. If you take action again, you will never stop. You have to think clearly. When I, Jiang Daoli, do something, I will either not do it or send your whole family on the road."

Yang Yitian looked at Jiang Shang's back, his clenched hands slowly loosened, and then fell down. No matter how arrogant Jiang Shang said, the fact could not be changed, that is, Jiang Shang was really evenly matched with Yang Yitian in terms of strength. The strength can be regarded as average.

Of course, Jiang Shang doesn't know Yang Yitian's thoughts. If he knew, Jiang Shang might laugh out loud. At this time, Jiang Shang's state can at best be regarded as his first form.

There is no need to explain the following super limit and domination fist. If any of these two martial arts are used, Yang Yitian will not be enough for him and Jiang Shangchui.

Ignoring Yang Yitian behind him, Jiang Shang came step by step to the hanging monk whose lower body was sunk deep into the ground. The hanging monk, with his head lowered, seemed to be aware of Jiang Shang's arrival. He slowly raised his head and looked at the side of the pit. Jiang Shang squatted down.

"Amitabha, when the benefactor fought with my wise nephew, he actually spared so many hands. He is really formidable."

Regarding Monk Xuankong's words, Jiang Shang shook his head and denied the statement.

"Master, you are wrong. The wisdom monk's skill is higher than you thought, and his skill is much higher than yours. It's just that you don't know it. In addition, the martial arts he uses should be better than what you use, master." Martial arts are even more powerful, such as the Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong."

When Monk Xuankong heard what Jiang Shang said, his eyes widened suddenly and he exclaimed in disbelief.

"Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong?"

"That's right. The two of us fought that day. He was able to escape with his life. It can be said that it was all thanks to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong buying him time. Why didn't you know? Hahahahaha, it's really interesting."

Jiang Shang's wild laughter sounded one after another, while Monk Xuankong didn't know what he was thinking about, and he kept mumbling

"Ten thousand Buddhas worship the sect, the palm of Tathagata. Why, why???"

It seems that the wise monk deliberately concealed his strength, which led to the fate of monk Xuankong, and he felt extremely angry. It also seemed that the martial arts learned by the wise monk was some kind of martial arts that was taboo for Buddhism. This The reason for this is still unknown.

Squatting on the edge of the big pit, looking at the Xingkong monk who seemed to have lost his mind, Jiang Shang lost interest. He originally wanted to ask how many Buddhist masters were coming to chase Jiang Shang, but unfortunately the Xingkong monk looked like this at this time. Jiang Shangjue was in the mood to ask.

Bang...

A leg swept out, and the hanging monk's head exploded instantly. Under the wind pressure brought by his left leg, the filth was thrown towards the houses on the side, leaving only the headless corpse spraying into the air. Bloody water.

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